November has suddenly switched everything to the monochrome scale. And subtle sadness starts appearing like a blood stain from under the closed door. That guy, October, that was full of vivid colors and soft sun, just stopped breathing recently.
Winter is coming. Save the warmth. Bring some live colors of the Sun home. Forget the pale roses. They will make things worse.
Let your eyes soak the warmth in. Let the warmth sooth you. Winter is coming but you are alive and safe.